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dreamauri · 6 months

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┇𝗠𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 - part two ┇୧ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ :🪴: ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ୨୧ ╮ ┇arranged marriage does not always hold ┇the outcome you expect !! ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊ ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( max vertsappen x wife! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( angst / romance ) ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠song — ( link ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠word count — ( 1, 216 ) ╰ 🌿 :: ⁠ content warning — ( X )

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how do you sleep? you found yourself thinking as you looked up at the celling. the moon was shining through the bedroom window and your husband was sleeping peacefully by your side. but for whatever reason, today was not going to be an easy rest.

was it because this was not your bed? . . . well technically, this is your bed now, but you just weren't used to this bed. a bed in a completely different country that you now had to share with a boy you apparently went to high school with.

count sheep, y/n. count sheep.

One, two, three, four, five, six . . .

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Twenty seven thousand, fifty-nine hundred and eighty three. Twenty seven thousand, fifty-nine hundred and eighty four—

Groan

you quickly froze in your place, shushing your thoughts quiet as Max shuffled in his spot. You turned you head slowly, the moon light helping you see his tired figure push himself up tierdly.

We're you counting out loud? Did you wake him up?

you watched quietly as he got up and trudged to the washroom. Thoughts racked your brain and before you knew it, Max was back and out. You watched as he walked slowly, trying not to trigger a creak in the floors.

He only noticed your eyes were open and watching him when he checked to see if he disturbed you or not. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry." He whispered as he climbed in bed. "No, it's okay. I was already up." You shrugged off.

He turned to face you, eyes about half the bed apart. Why were you so far from him, Max wanted to know. "Trouble sleeping?" You nodded with a sigh. Trouble thinking as well. Your brain was a ruckus. It took a few moments of silence before built enough courage to pull you closer to him.

Close close to him. Close like cuddling you with one hand wrapped around your back, one hand cupping on the back if your head with your head resting on his chest.

You felt . . . Awkward. But nonetheless, you were also able to build courage in yourself to return the favour. You were hesitant at first, but you were able to hug him back and snuggle into his warmth.

You're going to have to get used to this, you're going to have to learn to love this. This is your life now. You're going to spend every night in this bed sharing it with this man.

But Max wasn't that bad. You might not have chosen this life, but it was . . . Okay so far. Better than your old life for sure and this was only your first night here.

Maybe the morning will be better? Maybe things will get better?

Yes, things can only get better from here.

You closed your eyes, snuggling further into Max, your arms slightly squeezing him.

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max was certainly confused when he woke up to your side of the bed empty. He was kind of — well more than kind of — hoping that you'd wake up in his arms and you'd share a sweet moment together. He was even more confused to find you laying on your back on the kitchen floor.

Max felt jealous of sassy, who was apparently napping peacefully on your chest. She being the reason you've been stuck on the hardwood floor for the past 25 minutes and weren't able to get back to bed with max.

"Stealing my wife?" He whispered quietly as he sat beside you, gently scratching and petting the mini feline. You found yourself smiling slightly, watching the cat purr and roll to give more space for scratches. "Hungry?" "Yeah." You nodded quietly. "I was going to make breakfast, but there's no eggs."

"No eggs?" Max opened the fridge confused, only to fond the egg carton empty. He could've easily gotten over it and made breakfast without eggs but instead.

"Let's eat out then. The weather is nice too and we can go buy more eggs on the way back." He stood up, gently picking up the cat off you. You didn't say anything, moreover because you didn't think you had anything to say. You nodded and got up after him.

The car ride was quiet other than the rev of the car. You were lowkey impressed by the aston martin, the same model james bond drove. Now you weren't part of the racing world. You weren't into cars or motorsports. You didn't even know how to drive. But you were impressed by the car and how max took the famous Monaco hairpin.

it was a nice and comfortable drive. It was your first time around the city as well and it was beautiful. Max even promised to take you to the beach and to sail later. He was being really nice and gentle with you. He even opened the car's door for you and lead you to a nice outdoor table overlooking the sea.

You took his suggestion on the menu and started a comfortable conversation that somehow was about the teachers your high school had and the courses you took. Apparently, Max wasn't the best academic student. You do remember a boy with the last name Verstappen on the football team. You on the other hand were lighting magnesium on fire in the chemistry lab. One of the main reasons you didn't run into Max that much.

"I remember passing by the Lab and you had something on fire—" "Year twelve?" You chuckled racking through your memories. "I was trying to make marshmallows— or was it the time I made sparklers?" "You made sparkler— oh this is good." Max cut himself off, moaning at the taste of his omelette.

He held up a piece with his fork gesturing for you. "Try." "Oh, it's okay—" "—Just one bite. Please?" It took a you a few seconds before you gave in, letting him feed you gently. "Okay, it's good." You nodded, agreeing with him.

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"Yes but, these eggs are free run. Plus, they're more for almost the same price." You held the box up for max to see. The blond took the carton from you gently, reading through the label whilst you returned the unfavoured eggs. "Oh and— . . . never mind." "What is it? Are we missing something else?"

"No no—" "Tell me then." ". . . Can we get sugar?" You asked quietly, a nervous smile on your face. You'd noticed that he didn't own any sweeteners or sugar. You usually like your iced teas or pastries sweet. And you cant really make them sweet without sweeteners.

Max gave you a look before starting to walk off, looking around. His dietery restrictions didn't usually allow him much sweeteners, and he wasn't a huge fan of sugar either, so he didn't really buy any. But that doesn't mean he'll drag you into this diet with him.

"Where's the aisle. Actually, why don't we go through the whole store because I'm pretty sure we need more than eggs." And you did. You bought things Max never really bought because he never usually cooked or crafted with food on his own.

By the time you were back in the apartment and had restocked the fridge and the shelves, the place felt more like a home. You pulled all the blinds to the side and the windows open to let the sun in and fresh air through.

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inthe-dark-tonight · 8 months

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Falling into My Sins

chapter one: back in the alleyway

dbf!joel x fem!reader series- loosely inspired by the song skin by soccer mommy

chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5

summary: it’s your first night out since moving back with your dad after graduating college. while at the bar you meet an attractive mystery man and end up hitting it off. things get heated when you convince him to dance with you.

word count: 2.7k

series rating: E (18+ mdni)

warnings: no outbreak AU, age gap (reader is in their 20s, Joel is in his 40s) alcohol consumption, light swearing, slight dubious consent (things get heated while drunk), pet names (sweetheart, babe, etc.), no use of y/n, no physical description of reader.

notes: this is my first time really writing anything so i’m very nervous to post this , i've also been working on one other fic but i decided to post this first. thank you for taking the time to read and any feed back is welcome & appreciated xo <3

also thank you so much to @shatteredbaby for proof reading ily so much bby, and @pr0ximamidnight for also proof reading, letting me ramble like a maniac and helping me with ideas ilysm. i appreciate you both so so so much <3

It’s your first weekend going out since you’ve moved back home with your dad. You’ve just graduated from the Art institute of Chicago in the spring, but your lease wasn’t up on your apartment until August so you stayed near campus until then. Now that you’re back, some of your old friends from high school offered to take you out as a sort of welcome home. You’re just finishing getting ready when you get a text from your friend Aya.

We’re here!! Hurry up Dee is getting impatient!

You roll your eyes and smile. Typical. You’re a bit nervous since you haven’t seen them in about a year, but you’re sure once you’re out it will feel like you weren’t even gone. You throw on a jacket and run down the stairs, grabbing your keys as you go.

“I’m leaving!” You call out.

“Have fun bud!” Your dad shouts from the other room.

Your parents had recently divorced while you were away, so it’s just you and your dad now. You feel kinda bad leaving him alone when you just got back, but you’ll make up for it.

You close the front door behind you and run down your front porch towards Aya’s car. As you get closer, the passenger window rolls down.

“Ahhhhh you’re back!!!” Your friend, Dee, yells. You laugh at her reaction and open the back door to the car.

“Hey!” You slide in and buckle your seat belt.

Aya turns around with one hand still on the wheel. “Long time no see! Tonight’s gonna be fun,” she says with a smile.

“We’re taking shots as soon as we get there,” Dee says with a sly smile and you laugh, leaning back fully into the seat as Aya drives, heading for downtown.

As soon as the three of you find a bar, Dee keeps her promise and orders you all shots and they send you to find a booth while they wait for the order. There aren’t many people in the bar yet since it’s only nine, but it’s slowly filling up. You look around the place, taking in the large bar that runs across one wall with stools gathered around it and across from it is the booth seating you’ve sat in. There are a few high top tables scattered around the perimeter of the bar, a pool table to the right of the door next to the large dance floor in the center that’s currently empty, and the sounds of eighties and nineties rock hits filling the large room.

As you’re looking around, the door to the bar opens and two men walk in. The first man has long dark curly hair, a patchy beard, and he’s wearing dark jeans paired with a tan jacket and brown boots. The other man has shorter dark hair, a similarly patchy beard streaked with gray, and he’s wearing dark jeans paired with a green flannel and brown boots. He’s quite handsome, you think – broader than the first man, his frame stretching the fabric of the flannel to its limit. Your eyes flick back up to his face, taking in the curve of his nose, the crease between his brows and dark brown eyes. When your eyes meet, he’s looking right at you and you immediately glance away, embarrassed that he caught you checking him out. When you dare to look at him again, his gaze is still locked on you.

“Okay, let’s do this!” Dee says as the girls approach the table with a round of shots and a drink for each of you.

Your eyes snap away from the man’s and you smile at them, grabbing a shot glass.

“To celebrate your return home,” Dee says, raising her glass for you to toast against.

You tilt your head back letting the cold liquid slide down. You close your eyes and wince as the sour flavor with the aftertaste of vodka that burns your throat. When you open your eyes again you’re met with the stranger’s warm brown eyes on you still, a shy smile on his face before he turns towards the bar and leans on the wooden counter. You set the glass down on the table and look back to your friends.

The three of you sip on your drinks for about thirty minutes or so, talking about school and catching up on life. At some point while you were all catching up, the bar switched to playing early 2000s music as more people came in. You find your eyes wandering towards the gorgeous man every few minutes, admiring his side profile, the way his hand is wrapped around his beer bottle and his shirt is rolled up to expose his forearms.

You all finish your drinks and Aya is pulling you and Dee onto the dance floor. “Come on!! I love this song!!!”

You don’t recognize the song, but you follow them onto the floor dancing and smiling as they sing along. You find yourself looking towards the bar again hoping to catch the man’s eye, but he’s gone.

“I’ll be back, I’m going to get another drink.” You say loudly over the music.

The girls just nod and keep singing along. You make your way through the crowd that’s formed in the place and find the bar. Your eyes are still scanning, looking for him, when all of a sudden someone comes up beside you, leaning onto the bar. From the corner of your eye you can tell who it is. You turn your head and it’s the mystery man. He’s even more attractive up close, a dimple on his right cheek as he smiles down at you, slight creases next to his eyes. Your eyes travel down towards his broad shoulders and the skin on his chest that’s showing where his shirt is unbuttoned.

“Hi.” the man says while smiling down at you. His voice is like honey, deep with a southern drawl.

Your lips slightly part as you hesitate for a second “Hi.” you finally say back.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He nods towards the bar.

You shake your head in agreement.

“What are you havin’, sweetheart?” He asks.

You clear your throat. “Whatever you’re having.” You smile.

“Hm.” his lip quirks up as his eyes roam your form. The bartender comes over and he orders two beers, then his eyes are back on you. “You here with friends?”

“Yeah uh, I was out of town, I just got back so we’re celebrating.” You decide to keep it vague.

“Well,” the bartender comes back with your beers and he hands one to you. “Welcome back.” He smirks, then you both take a sip.

You can’t help but watch the way his hand wraps around the bottle as he brings it up to meet his lips. You take a few sips of your beer, eyes still locked on him, then place it back on the counter. You’re feeling a little more confident now.

“What about you,” you place your elbow on the table and rest your chin in your hand, looking up at him. “Who are you here with?”

He looks over his shoulder into the crowd, an amused look on his face. “My brother.” You follow his eyes to see his brother sitting in a booth with a girl, leaning into her as they talk.

You giggle then turn back to the man. You’re noticing some similar features now that you know they’re brothers.

“You two come here every weekend chatting up girls and buying them drinks?” You bite your cheek and give him a teasing look.

He nods his head slowly looking down at the bar where he’s leaning on his forearms and lets out a small laugh. “Every now n’ then.” He looks back at you, a slight flush on his cheeks.

“Mmm bit of a player huh?” You lift your brow, teasing him some more.

He’s laughing again, it’s a deep chested laugh that makes his shoulders slightly bounce. “Wouldn’t say that, haven’t had much luck recently.” He looks from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes.

You nod your head taking another swig of your beer “So, what do you do for a living?” You ask nonchalantly.

“Uh,” he rubs the back of his neck. “I’m a contractor.” that explains his broad shoulders.

You bite your thumb and lean a little closer to him, arm brushing up against his. The alcohol is definitely taking an effect now. You’re checking him out again, and it’s not subtle. The way his shirt fits snug around his biceps, and his jeans fit his waist just right. He takes another sip of his beer and your eyes lock again.

Then suddenly a song you recognize comes on, Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado. You hear your friends squealing on the dance floor as the song starts, causing you to whip your head towards them then back to the mystery man.

“I’ll be right back.” You smile at him sweetly, finishing off your beer and setting the empty bottle on the table before leaving to join your friends.

You get out to the floor and they hold their hands out towards you, smiling and singing along to the song. You’re swaying your hips to the beat, mouthing the lyrics as you dance. Your hands are moving up and down your body, over the tights you’re wearing and slightly bunching up the short slip dress you have on. You’re lost in the music, then suddenly your eyes lock with the mystery man’s again, darkening as they watch you move. He’s leaning up against the bar, beer in one hand and the other in his front pocket.

‘Promiscuous boy you already know

That I’m all yours, what you waiting for?’

You’re mouthing the words, eyes never leaving his. You tilt your head to the side and give him a cheeky smile before moving your hands over your hips again. He lifts his hand out of his pocket, beckoning you back to him with his pointer finger. You shake your head no, and mimic his motion telling him to come to you. You turn away from him, back towards your friends, then glance at him over your shoulder and mouth, “Dance with me.”

A few moments later you feel a large warm hand run down your arm, and the back of a hand runs over the nape of your neck and down your shoulder before resting on your hips. You turn your head to look and it’s your mystery man, looking down at you with desire in his eyes. You turn around, still in his grasp, and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your body flush to his.

You’re swaying with his hands on your hips now, grinding up against him. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he leans his forehead against yours, taking in a deep breath. You tilt your head up, heavy lidded eyes scanning his face and your nose bumping his, your parted lips allowing a shared breath in the scant space between your mouths.

Then he’s kissing you, one hand on your hip lightly squeezing, the other resting on your cheek. He lets out a small groan and slips his tongue into your mouth, a mixture of mint and beer fill your senses. You gently pull the hair at the nape of his neck, causing him to let out a sigh.

“Sweetheart.” His voice sounds gravelly and deeper than before. “I can’t take my eyes off you.”

“Then don’t,” you say, so low it’s almost a whisper, just between the two of you.

You’re so close to him, you can feel his arousal straining against his pants as you press yourself against him.

“Come with me.” he looks down at you while trying to catch his breath.

He kisses you again, hand resting on your cheek. You nod approvingly as he pulls away. He doesn’t hesitate, grabbing you by the hand and dragging you off the dance floor towards the door. You notice his hand is much larger than yours, a little rough and calloused most likely from his job. He looks back at you a few times, and you just stare at his broad frame as you follow him. You look at the way his hair sits so perfectly, eyes wandering to his large forearms as he pulls you along behind him.

Moments later you two are outside and he’s pulling you around the side of the brick building. He backs you up against the wall, lips immediately crashing into yours. His palms rest on either side of your face, thumbs roughly caressing your cheeks like he just can’t get enough.

“You were killing me in there,” He’s towering over you, your hands clinging to his forearms.

“Was I? Couldn’t tell.” you smile slyly.

He laughs and shakes his head. “You’re somethin’ else babe, deadly.” he’s kissing you again, hands moving down your body to your waist.

You grab at the fabric of his shirt near his chest, trying desperately to pull him closer. His large hands find the hem of your dress and move up over your tights clad thighs. You moan into his mouth, heat already starting to build at your core. Moans and heavy breaths filling the air as you claw at his skin. You gently bite at his lower lip then slip your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. As you lower your hands towards the waist of his jeans, tucking your fingers into the front and pulling his hips flush against yours, you feel him shudder. You let out a whine as you feel the imprint of his straining cock once again.

Then you hear the door to the bar bursting open and two familiar voices talking. “It’s okay, it’s okay, shhhh.”

You freeze as your lips leave Joel’s, wide eyes meeting his before stepping away from him to peer around the corner. He lets out a groan as he adjusts himself, one hand still on your hip trailing behind you as you near the corner of the building. Then you see Aya with her arm around Dee, rubbing her back. You stand up straight, pulling away from Joel.

“Oh my god?! What happened?” You sprint over to them.

“Oh thank god, we were looking everywhere for you.” Aya looks up at you. “Dee had too much to drink, we need to go.” She loops her arm into Dee’s. “I grabbed your things, where were you?”

Then you see her eyes wander to the broad older man shuffling up behind you and her eyes go wide. She leans in close to you and mouths “Oh my god”. You can feel your face heating up as you turn around to face him.

“You ladies need a ride home?” He looks down at you, concerned look on his face.

“Oh uh.” You turn back to Aya.

“No, we've got it covered-” she smiles at him.

“But thank you,” it comes out louder than intended. “I appreciate it,” taking a step closer to him you whisper “And sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it, Killer.” He flashes a charming smile at you.

“Killer?” You laugh at the nickname and he nods his head.

“We gotta go!” Aya yells out to you.

You whip your head to look at her, then your eyes meet his again. “Well, it was nice meeting you, mystery man.” You give him one last look and go to turn around towards your friends. He gently grabs your shoulder, surprising you.

“Wait,” it comes out soft as he whips you around to face him again. “Can I at least have your number?”

You hesitate for a moment. “What, so you can add me to your roster?” You try to hold back a smile.

“C’mon.” he looks away shaking his head, a boyish smile plastered on his face.

“Give me your phone.” He looks back at you, relief in his eyes. Then he pulls it out of his pocket and hands it to you.

You type in your number and put your contact name as Killer. You hand him back his phone and quickly get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. His eyes go slightly wide, and then you’re turning away, running towards the car before he can say anything. As you grab your jacket and purse from your friend and slip into the car, you smile at him before closing the door.

You watch him through the window standing there with his hands in his pockets as the car pulls away. Your mystery man, you hope to see him again.

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solarmorrigan · 9 months

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“That’s it?” Steve asks. “You’re not going to go to prom because you don’t know how to dance?”

“I’m uncoordinated enough! I don’t need to be out there making even more of an idiot of myself in some floofy dress,” Robin insists.

“Rob, no one at prom knows how to dance. Everyone kind of looks like an idiot, that’s half the point,” Steve says.

“Oh yeah, Steve, you’re really selling me on the experience,” Robin drawls.

“No, listen, I’m not done,” Steve says, giving her a nudge. “The other half of the point is just… going and having the memories, y’know? You get to dress up and take the dumb picture with your date, and avoid the punch because someone probably spiked it, and you get to dance and be close to someone and just, like, be carefree for a night.”

Robin says nothing. She doesn’t agree that prom night is paramount to the teen experience, she doesn’t tease the shit out of him for having such stereotypical expectations of a dumb high school dance, she’s just… watching him. She’s turned sideways on the sofa, one leg drawn up to her chest, and she’s looking at him like he’s something between a fascinating puzzle and the saddest thing she’s seen all day, and he knows what she’s thinking.

Steve hadn’t gone to senior prom. He’d been planning to, of course, at the beginning of the year – he’d had Nancy then, and even as early as October, he’d been fantasizing about the flowers he’d bring her and the dinner they’d go to and the way they would sway slowly to whatever shitty songs the DJ put on. But by the time spring had rolled around, he not only hadn’t had Nancy, he hadn’t really had any friends in school at all—not real ones—and so he hadn’t seen the point in attending.

He'd gone to a movie with Dustin that night, instead (he’s at least eighty percent certain the little shit had set it up as some kind of pity outing, since he’d known Steve wasn’t going to prom, but it had been kind of nice that someone had cared enough to even try). It hadn’t been bad, but it hadn’t been exactly what he’d wanted.

Stiffly, Steve glances away from Robin and shrugs. “Or whatever. That’s what it’s like in the movies, right?”

Robin opens her mouth, but her eyes are still soft, and suddenly Steve doesn’t want to hear what she has to say. Instead, he levers himself up off the couch and turns to her, holding out a hand.

“C’mon, I’ll teach you,” he says, cracking a grin. “Then you won’t have an excuse not to go.”

“You… want to teach me how to dance,” Robin asks flatly.

Steve shrugs. “You got anything better to do tonight?”

Raising a sharp brow at Steve, Robin starts to smile, too. “You sure you wanna subject your feet to that?”

“I think I can handle it,” Steve shoots back, and then Robin is up off the couch and helping him push the coffee table out of the way.

They rifle through Steve’s collection of tapes until they find something he deems just the right tempo, pop the cassette in, and stand in the middle of the living room.

“Okay, give me your hand,” Steve says, taking her right hand in his left, “and your other goes on my shoulder.”

Robin does as he says, glancing dubiously down at her feet as Steve places his hand on her waist. “I’m not actually sure this is a good idea,” she says with a grimace. “I might be unteachable.”

“We haven’t even started yet,” Steve reminds her. “Seriously, relax, this is super easy. It’s just a box step waltz.”

Despite her uncertainty, Robin can’t help but smirk at him. “A waltz, huh?” she teases. “Did your parents make you take fancy-pants, rich kid dance lessons when you were younger, or something?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “No. My mom taught me,” he says, and then rushes on before Robin has anything to say about that. “So you’re gonna start by stepping back with your right foot when I step forward, alright?”

Brows furrowed, Robin nods and looks down at her feet again, and Steve squeezes her waist gently to get her attention.

“Look up at me, not at your feet. It’ll be easier, I promise.”

“How am I going to know what my feet are doing if I’m not looking at them?”

“You’re attached to them, Robin.”

“That’s debatable.”

Steve tries not to laugh. He really does. “Okay, you’re in marching band, right? This cannot be harder than following whatever steps that involves while also playing an instrument.”

“This is different!” Robin insists. “I can’t step on the French horn’s feet! The French horn isn’t gonna judge me if I fuck up! Like, the worst that’ll happen in marching band is that the drum major will yell at you, and the drum major is always yelling, so it doesn’t even make a difference anymore, and–”

“Hey,” Steve cuts in, squeezing Robin’s hand this time. “I’m not going to judge you if you fuck up, okay? I am literally the last person qualified to do that.”

Robin huffs out a little laugh. “Right. Two of a kind,” she says.

“Exactly.” Steve grins. “Now c’mon, Buckley, I know you’ve got this. On one, back with your right foot.”

Nodding, Robin glances down at her feet, but looks right back up at Steve. “Okay.”

“Okay. One–”

Steve steps forward with his left foot, and Robin immediately steps forward with her right and kicks him in the shin.

“Ow,” Steve says, dry and flat because it hadn’t really hurt.

“Sorry!” Robin ducks her head, laughing nervously.

Steve shakes his head. “Let’s try that again. Back with your right foot.”

“At least I had the right side?”

“Yep, now aim for the right direction, yeah?”

This time, when Steve counts off, Robin’s right foot goes back, and his left follows her.

“Okay, now what?” Robin asks, looking down again.

“Now, you’re gonna bring your left foot–” gently, Steve judges the top of her left foot with his right, “back,” as she begins to slide back, he moves and taps the inside of her ankle, “and to the left. Just like that.”

“No injuries this time,” Robin quips, and Steve smiles.

“Now move your right foot over next to your left.” He nods as Robin gets her feet back together. “Forward with your left foot – good,” he encourages as he steps back to mirror her. “And now forward and to the side with your right. Like you did with your left before, but opposite.”

“Uh.” Robin makes the move slowly, still staring down, but she looks back up at him when she gets her right foot planted. “Like that?”

“Yep. Now left foot over, and–” Steve follows her, bringing them back to the same position they started in, “that’s it!”

Robin blinks at him. “That’s it?”

“Easy, right?” Steve says.

“Yeah.” Robin nods hesitantly. “I think I can handle that.”

“Of course you can,” Steve insists. “Now let’s try it again. Back with your right foot. One–”

Robin steps forward with her right and kicks Steve in the shin.

“Sorry!”

Steve quickly becomes glad they’re both in their socks, or he’d be sporting much more serious bruises by the time they reach the end of the tape. Robin doesn’t have any trouble keeping the order of the steps in mind, but keeps moving in the opposite direction of where she’s supposed to be going, and Steve has been kicked and stepped on more times in the last half hour than he thinks he has been in his entire life.

“This is ridiculous,” Robin groans. “This is the literal definition of women having to do everything backwards and in heels!”

“You’re not wearing heels,” Steve points out.

“I would be at prom,” Robin says. “Why do I have to go backwards?”

“Because you’re following.”

“Well why can’t I lead?”

“Because you don’t even know how to follow!”

“Exactly! I’m starting from scratch either way!” Robin aims pleading eyes up at Steve. “Can’t we just try it in reverse? How much worse at it could I be?”

The thing is, Steve’s only ever led when dancing – he’s never had reason to learn how to do the follow part. But then, he’s already been reversing the steps in his head all night in order to instruct Robin; following couldn’t be that hard, could it?

“Fine,” Steve groans, letting his head hang back for a moment. “Fine. Trade me.”

“Yes! Trade!” Robin pumps her fist once in triumph, and Steve can’t help but laugh.

He lets go of her right hand and instead takes her left before putting his other hand on her shoulder.

“Hand on my waist.” Steve nods to his to his left side, and Robin moves into position. “Right, so you’re gonna step forward with your left this time, okay?”

Robin nods. “Forward with my left. Okay.”

“Okay. One–”

Steve steps back with his right foot. Robin steps back with her left.

They stand there, each half balanced on their back foot, staring at each other, before Robin bursts into laughter. Steve follows suit.

“I– I told you I was unteachable,” Robin giggles once they’ve caught their breath, her forehead resting on Steve’s shoulder.

“Nope, this is a personal challenge now,” Steve insists, still grinning. “I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a quitter. You’re going to learn to waltz if it kills me.”

“Shouldn’t it be ‘if it kills me’?” Robin draws back to ask.

“My death is looking a lot more likely at this point,” Steve says, and Robin snorts.

“God, you’re so dramatic.”

“Yeah, okay, Miss Unteachable. Ready to try again?”

Robin takes in a breath, wiggles her shoulders, and puts her hands back in position. “Ready.”

“Great. Just remember–”

“Forward with my left foot,” Robin echoes, overlapping Steve’s instruction perfectly.

Steve grins. “Okay, then. One–”

Somehow, Robin makes a better leader than a follower. Once she gets over the initial nerves, she manages the reverse order of steps just fine, even getting confident enough to stop looking at her feet after several sets.

(The fact that Steve has no trouble immediately reversing the steps himself and still instructing Robin receives no comment, though it does receive a brief glare, which gets a smug grin in return.)

They rewind the tape again and keep going. Steve lifts their joined hands to spin Robin around when they hit the second song and she follows with a laugh before insisting that, since she’s leading, she should be the one spinning Steve. He has to duck a little to get under her arm, but they feel the maneuver is quite successful.

Robin offers to try to dip him, but Steve declines, insisting he doesn’t feel like getting dropped on the floor today, earning a pinch at his waist even as Robin laughs.

As the evening wears on, they give up their carefully-held waltz positions and lean in close, until Robin’s head is resting on Steve’s shoulder again, her arms wrapped around his waist, while Steve drapes his arms over her shoulders and leans his head on top of hers.

“This is the kind of slow dancing I would’ve expected from Steve Harrington at prom,” Robin says as they sway in gentle circles to the beat of the music.

Steve hiccups out a little laugh. “Yeah, well, I had to make sure you knew how to do the real thing, first.”

“And?” Robin asks. “Do I pass?”

“I think you’ve got the hang of it,” Steve says. “Now you have no excuse not to go.”

“Steve,” Robin draws back a little, enough to look up at him without pulling away, “who the hell do you think I’m going to be dancing with at prom? It’s not like I can ask– anyone I’d be interested in.”

Steve’s heart sinks a little, the same way it always does when he’s reminded of how fucking unfair the world is to Robin and to other people like her. He shrugs a bit lamely. “You could go with friends?”

“I guess,” Robin says, staring at the front of Steve’s shirt, suddenly lost in thought.

Steve frowns. He doesn’t even remember what had gotten them onto the subject of prom—it’s January, the dance is months away—but what had started out as something fun is starting to make Robin feel bad, and he can’t have that.

“Hey, I didn’t mean–”

“You should go with me,” Robin cuts in, looking back up at him.

“What?”

“To prom,” Robin says. “You should be my big ol’ platonic date.”

“Right,” Steve drawls. “Because going to prom the year after you’ve graduated doesn’t scream that you haven’t moved on from high school at all. Definitely not sad, or anything.”

“Sure,” Robin agrees wryly. “About as un-sad as not going to your senior dance at all.”

Steve cuts a sharp look at Robin, who just smiles at him.

“I mean, I’m just saying: who better to give me the whole prom experience?” Robin shrugs, tone entirely too innocent to be trusted. “If you go with me, we can dress up and get the dumb picture together, and we can avoid the punch, and you can tell me all the gossip I know for a fact you still know about at least half the people there, we can dance… The whole shebang.”

When Steve had been imagining prom night with Nancy the year before, he’d imagined romance. He’d imagined meeting her eyes across the dinner table and sneaking kisses on the dance floor. He’d imagined going back to his place afterwards and making love, spending the rest of the night worshipping Nancy and making sure she knew how beautiful she’d looked and what a wonderful time he’d had with her.

But when he thinks about it now, he thinks about making jokes at dinner with Robin, about standing around in the tinsel-strewn gym and making catty remarks about who’s dressed terribly and whose dancing is even worse. He thinks about them dancing together, still, and maybe they’ll still go back to his place afterwards, where they can watch terrible movies for the rest of the night.

It doesn’t sound at all like what he’d wanted a year ago.

It sounds perfect, now.

“You’ll have to buy the tickets,” Steve finally says, and Robin’s face lights up. “And I expect my corsage to be very fancy.”

Robin laughs. “Should’ve known you wouldn’t be a cheap date, Harrington.”

“We can go Dutch on dinner, if you want,” Steve says.

“How generous,” Robin deadpans, and Steve doesn’t bother to hold back his own grin.

They both know he’s probably going to pay for dinner. He doesn’t mind.

“You’re serious, though?” Robin asks, looking up at him. “You really want to go to prom just to waltz with me?”

“Well, I went to all the trouble of teaching you.” Steve shrugs.

Robin bites her lip around a smile. “Do I get to lead?”

“For the sake of my shins, you’d better,” Steve says, and Robin laughs, leaning back in to cinch her arms around his waist again.

“You are my favorite person, you know that?” she says softly, just audible over music still crooning from the stereo.

“Yeah,” Steve says, pressing his cheek to the top of her head and closing his eyes. “You’re mine, too.”

[Prompt: Slow dancing]

#this is one of my favorites so far and I have been excited to get around to posting it!#stobin #platonic stobin #robin buckley #steve harrington #stranger things #solar wrote #it's a little bit longer though be warned

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ajortga · 3 months

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why try?

pairing: tara carpenter x fem reader

based off song request! thank you so much for your requests! many are being looked at now, another 3 are left to write. i'm not very good at song requests and i was actually feeling a little rushed this time, i just wanted to get this out there so i hope this can meet what you may have wanted.

??; was wondering if you’d take a song fic request ? mainly asking because i was listening to why try by ariana grande and i thought it might be good with like tara i think , i hope ,,, im not sure anymore lmfao

You and Tara didn’t meet each other in the best way possible, you met on bad terms, especially since she crashed into you while running and spilt hot coffee on you, screaming an apology as she ran to who knows what class, not even looking back.

For that whole day your white shirt was now a caramel brown, making you a little frustrated.

Tara was walking to her film history class, her hair in a braided half up half down, basically huffing as she opened the door, as she looked for a seat, the only left was a seat one away from the window.

A pretty girl with her headphones in sat next to her, scribbling on her notes and wow, her writing was so neat. It reminded her of the poems that lovers would write to each other in neat curvy lines back in the olden days.

Then she looked down at her sweater, it looked like a coffee stain.

Wait, a coffee stain?

The pretty girl was you, the one she crashed into and accidentally spilt steaming coffee on your sweater while she was running late to her next class, not even being able to make the face as she turned a corner and was gone.

Your gaze shifted from your words to the girl standing in front of you, your warm eyes looking at her, then recognizing Tara as yours narrowed.

“You owe me a new shirt. That was eighty dollars.” You mumble, pointing to the stain on your shirt, your voice soft, but trying to be a little annoyed, sour, and angry, Tara found it adorable.

“I was late to class.” She shrugged, making a small laugh as she sat down.

“That doesn’t mean you can spill your steaming coffee on me, I think I got a rash.” You basically flipped her off without actually flipping her off.

She groaned, “Okay I’m sorry, that must’ve hurt. My name is Tara.”

“Y/N,” you said simply, your voice wispy, sounds like a sweet and pretty sound, Tara could listen to it for hours-

“I’m still mad at you,” You murmur, turning your head away from her as your hair draped over your notes, writing.

She scoffed, a little angry that you weren’t quite talking to her, more like talking to her about the situation that she forgot about.

“Are you always like this?” She said, smiling, a little sarcastically.

“You’re mean Tara,” You turn to her, head laying against your palm. “Can I not be a little upset that you stained my favorite sweater, and basically burned me with your flaming coffee, what a memorable way to know you right? You were already late, why not just take your time?”

Tara huffs, seeing you like a kitten that doesn’t get what they want, saving your sweetness for her and squeezing out a little bitterness. She nudges you on the shoulder, making you shift a little and let out a small quiet giggle.

“Whatever Tickles.”

“Don’t call me that Tiny.”

“Excuse you?”

“Don’t think that teasing won’t jump back at you Tiny Toe Tara!”

“Oh fuck you!” She says sarcastically, “You drive me insane!”

Tara was right, you do drive her insane, but not the way you thought of.

Who would’ve known that her mind was you every night before she went to bed, the way she could feel her cheeks heating when thinking of your face. Your hair. Oh god, please don’t get started with your smile. It drove her crazy, in that way where she has seen your face as you talked to someone, just realizing how much of a listener you are. A good one especially, she sees your eyes as you nod, the way you tilt your head in a conversation, fully immersed.

Tara always wanted to have someone listen to her. She was always listening to others, good listening or not, she never got it back.

There were days where she’d tell Sam the things you did, basically screaming as she says how annoying you are. But at the same time, Sam sees the way Tara’s eyes dilate when she talks about you, gushing all her words at once and scrambling some words.

“She sounds like someone you talk about a lot.”

“Excuse you? She is hot! I mean not!”

“Have you ever seen what she looks like? I think I stare at her too much.”

“Why?”

“Oh pfft, because she’s an atrocious looking pretty looking ogre that I can’t help but feel sorry for how she looks.”

“Pretty looking?”

“Oh yeah. No! You’re getting it all wrong. Pretty looking ogre like her looks pretty like one of an ogre.”

“That’s not what it sounded like.”

You and Tara throw insults at each other, she hates them.

“My Tiny!”

“Tararific!”

You annoyed her to bits, she was annoyed at the fact that she was desperate to see you, to talk to you, to see you smile. She was angry that she just couldn’t hate you. Even with your silly personality, teasing remarks, and playful nudges, there were moments where she saw you being you. Seeing you feed stray cats on the sidewalk when she walked to her apartment, your headphones in as she sees your pretty figure asleep on your desk as you took soft breaths, or the way your eyes are different than any other, different in the way that it was special.

She was so lovesick, but she would go through that phase every time if it meant seeing you for a second.

Why try getting her feelings for you to rip?

Knowing that you could still make her heart skip?..

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine #vada cavell x reader #jenna marie ortega #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x you #tara carpenter x you #jenna ortega x y/n #vada cavell x y/n

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sgiandubh · 2 months

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Enough

Over all these years, you have suited yourself and treated us as garbage, Mordor.

We were and still are The Stupid Ones (Who Don't Speak English - shame on you, Moo: they are as Spanish as you are and your English is mediocre, at best!). The Nutcases. The Mental Ward. The Sliver. The Fringe. Those Particular Fans. Bad Company. Laughable. No Need To Answer To People. Don't Give Them Air People. Trolls. Idiots. Liars. Fools. Delusional. It's Slap-A-Shipper [insert day of the week here]. The 'Creatures living in The Shire' is just the last avatar of a long string of humiliations.

In doing so, you heavily relied on our disgust and unwillingness to throw ourselves in hot water for the sake of answering something to you, especially after The Shitner Debacle and Watchtower Witch Hunt. You used all the Narrative Tropes to relentlessly discredit and humiliate us. You nitpicked up to comma level in order to demonize us. And when confronted and debunked, you never ever rectified: The Ur-Troll taught you well.

We almost never answered and when we did, you were so surprised that you immediately turned yourselves into Sacrificial Lambs. Many of us were intimidated and some left, because of all the drama and chaos you created, peddling lies and rumors on things we never did, never said and probably never thought. It's not easy to raise and answer to a collective Bully Juggernaut of Righteousness. It takes time and balls and nerves of steel.

This fandom is currently in a typical cold war situation. The Arms Race stage - Pershing 1-A all over the place. The Eighties never left this building.

Guess what, Mordor? We are still here. You will have to learn to coexist with us in this fandom and if you want to be answered with decency, you urgently need to step up and balance your game. Insults won't do, anymore. Easy lies won't do, anymore. Pretexts won't do, anymore. Cackling won't do, anymore. Zig-Zag and Basement Reporter Anons won't do, anymore.

We're shippers and, just as this Nina Simone song is telling us, even if you take it all from us, we still got Life.

Quousque tandem abutere, Catilina Mordor, patientia nostra?

Enough is enough.

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#fandom #shitshow #Youtube

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floydsglasses · 3 months

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𝗜'𝗺 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗮𝗱 𝗗𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

This is gonna be bad im just warning you im freaking tired and stressed, they are gonna be Sad and Happy and UNHINGED.

Bradley has a little Rooster figurine in the front of his jeep, he got as a gag joke and was gonna leave it at whatever house he got it at but now has emotional attachment to it.

Jake's go to song in Karaoke when he is sober is Queen, he will belt out We Will Rock you, but when he is drunk enough he will sing Dolly Parton's 9 to 5 with every bit of southern twang he can

When Bob is really angry he will drop his midwest accent and go full on southern, like deep south

Natasha lost a bet in high school and had to get a bad tattoo, said tattoo was something like a duck with a cowboy hat, or stupid quote, you decide

Mickey unironically sings the lyrics to Taylor Swift's Love Story, like he will sing the bridge at the top of his lungs going sixty on the highway.

Rueben is the kind of guy to say he won't rage quit a video game then will toss the controller after failing two time's.

Javy would be the kind of guy who would let a kid paint his nail's, pink purple yellow, he does not care he will flaunt it off it because it makes the kid happy.

Bradley would somehow get a cat or dog, like one of those distribution system's like on tiktok, he would say he would foster it but end up keeping it naming it something human like, Kevin or Betty

Natasha say's she dosent like country music, but wont admit she would get down to some Luke Bryan here and there because who wouldn't

Bob seems like if he was put into a situation where him and his friend's got lost, he would be the calm one but on the inside he is panicking, he will see an exit sign with a restaurant and be like. "Guy's its okay there's burgers."

Javy will pull over when he sees cows and take there picture's. No joke would even try and pet one.

Rueben and Mickey are the worst people when it comes to trivia because they are so good at it, when they get an answer right they increasingly get more competitive.

Jake cried playing RDR2 when Arthur died and he also despised Micah like the rest of us.

Rueben is great at bowling, so good that most of the time no one play's with him

Bob will doodle little drawings on sticky note or notebook's when he is bored and give them to any of the dagger's, He drew Natasha a sketch of bird, she kept it in her locker.

Bradley has a mixtape from his dad, Goose, titled "Song's You Need to Hear Once", it's all filled with songs from the Sixties to the Eighties, all classic's from Rock to Motown, after his mom died he didnt dare to touch it, after the uranium mission he starting listening again.

Natasha has bracelets from her little cousin's that she wear's for good luck, they are bright yellow and purple string's, she never take's them off ever

Jake collects stickers from each state, his dad used to bring him a sticker from each of his trips before he got too busy, so he is trying to finish them off himself.

Mickey has a tattoo to honor his family, a way to have a piece of them everywhere he goes. A small quote in Spanish on his side stating Por aquellos que amo me sacrificaré/For those I love I will sacrifice

Reuben like to sleep in a hammock sometime's under the stars, reminding him of his childhood and growing up in the south, when he would play outside with his siblings

Javy is a momma's boy, in a good way, this man will always call his mom or text her about the thing's going on his life, before a big mission or detachment he calls her, tell her he loves her.

Jake has stepped on a jellyfish on a beach, after saying "oh they dont sting'" just for him to get shocked

Bradley broke his arm doing stunts on his bike as a kid, he has permanent scars on his forearm, he did in fact do it twice till Carole told him to not do it again.

Natasha and Bob learned the Rasputin Dance from Just Dance

Mickey has argued with people that pineapple belongs on pizza, he will full on go tooth and nail to defend his claims.

Reuben has knocked the Radio off in the Rec room, and has blamed it on Hangman, it was a whole debacle

Javy has a fear of snake's, he found one once and he took of running leaving his friend's to deal with it.

OKAY THAT IS ALL SHE WROTE, I know some of these dont make sense but I dont care i needed a stress reliver before another stressful week. AND THATS ALL SHE WILL WRITE BECAUSE THIS FAILED AGAIN

#top gun maverick #top gun fanfic #top gun headcanons #top gun imagines #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia #rueben payback fitch #javy coyote machado #top gun au #top gun fic #top gun fandom #top gun x reader #dagger squad

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autisticlancemcclain · 5 months

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my friend @beloveddawn-blog helpfully sent me a list of questions to help me get my creative juices flowing in this massive bout of writing struggles i got going on. ily mwah.

1. Do you prefer in-denial Lance or pining Lance? How about Keith?

basic cop-out answer but it changes from fic to fic. in a more comedic fic, i like to go for lance who is both pining AND in-denial, aka he knows he’s in love and is mad at it, or i like to make keith like so painfully oblivious to lances blatant PLEASE DATE MEs that it’s funny. generally tho i go for gooey whipped mutual pining.

2. Do you prefer Keith to be baffled by Lance's flirting or just baffled Lance is flirting with him?

baffled that lance is flirting with him. the I Do Not Deserve To Be Loved -complex is my favourite complex to give keith bc i have problems and he’s just so easy to blorbo

3. What's your favourite episode and why?

i’m gonna be so real with you voltron was so bad that once i finished s6 at like 15 yrs old i vowed never to watch it again 💀💀 six years later this vow holds true. however i remember liking the first episode, the mermaid episode, the space mall episode, and the episode where keith chases lotor in the black lion and lance is like dude you fucked up. dumbass. but he’s very obviously fond and he’s THERE and they’re gonna fix it together and that is the first time keith realises that lance fully and completely has his back. that is the moment he fell in love to me

4. What's your favourite character beat and why?

i don’t know what a character beat is BUT i am a lance stan as you may have guessed. interestingly, i used to watch voltron with my siblings and as with all character things we did together, we each picked a favourite and then only that one character was allowed to be your favourite. lance was picked before i could pick him but i got keith (and thus have the most merch of him). and honestly….keith is kind of my favourite i never stop thinking about him and also i write in his pov the most (granted, about lance lol).

5. What's your favourite line you've ever written.

oh that’s a hard one! not to toot my own horn or anything but i’ve had some stellar lines, at least i think. i have a lot of lines that are profound or whatever but to this day i’m proudest of the “i’m anaemic” “oh i didn’t know you had an eating disorder” line like i made myself laugh out loud 💀

6. What's your favourite fic you've ever written

eighty percent of my fics are my faves bc i write to indulge myself lol. BUT i’m rly super proud of my look so good longfic, i love the applebees universe, and the beauty and the beast au is dear to me. i’m also obsessed with this fic that only exists in my head bc i have typed nothing yet. it’s a theatre school taming of the shrew au.

7. What is your favourite type of AU? Do you prefer complete AUs (like BatB) or detail AUs (that angsty thing you wrote where Lance leaves after the game show)?

i love modern aus really. i’m a fan of the mundane. as a close second i like redoing movies/songs/books that aren’t usually au’ed. and i like complete aus WAY better, i just have trouble actually completing them 😭😭

#thank u for asking ily <3333 #if anyone else has questions feel free to ask #just general or about specific fics/universes #vld

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formulalfc · 16 days

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i just hit 800 followers!!!!!

i cannot explain to you guys how amazing this is and how much it warms my heart, i love and appreciate every single one of you so so so much <3

as a sort of celebration, i thought i'd continue on with the lyric blurb theme cause i absolutely loved doing them last month!!! so here is a list of all the lyrics i'd love to write blurbs about (obviously you can send in other lyrics these are just ones i really like) , the people i write for are in my bio!!! hope you enjoy <3

"where'd all the time go, it's starting to fly"

"kiss and i hope they caught us"

"when you think happiness, i hope you think that little black dress"

"of all the dreams i'm chasing there's only one i chose, everything is pointless without you"

"i'll be eighty-seven; you'll be eighty-nine, i'll still look at you like the stars that shine"

"the long and winding road, that leads to your door"

"they say i did something bad, then why's it feel so good?"

"everywhere, everything, wanna love you till we're food for the worms to eat"

"sometimes i wonder when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me?"

"nothing in the world belongs to me but you"

"please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh i could recognise anywhere"

"all at once everything looks different now that i see you"

"i hope i never lose you hope it never ends"

"cause it's not right, i'm magnetised to somebody that don't feel it"

"i think i've seen this film before, and i didn't like the ending"

"do you know what you started? i just came here to party, and now we're rocking on the dancefloor acting naughty"

"i know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it"

"i miss you, i'm sorry"

"i made you my temple, my mural, my sky, now i'm being for footnotes in the story of your life"

"i'm in love with every song you've ever heard"

"distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence the train runs off the tracks"

"no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft"

"these are the hands of fate, your my achilles heel"

"i've waited a hundred years, but i'd wait a million more for you"

"you are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry"

"heard all the rumours lately that you always denied"

"i never thought we'd have a last kiss"

"say yes to heaven, say yes to me"

"one night he wakes, strange look on his face, pauses then says you're my best friend and you knew what it was, he is in love"

"you do make me hard, but she makes me weak"

"stop, you're losing me"

"do you know how in love with you i am?"

"if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once"

"cause there's nothing like doing nothing with you"

"i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you"

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year

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Take a little break

{Sirius convinces you to take a break and you end up sharing your first kiss}

Hope you enjoy my lovelies! 💕

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Routine was something you found solace in, a day constructed by steps where everything fell into place, you couldn’t think of any other way to live, that was until you met Sirius Black who seemed to live the exact opposite, he called it ‘living in the moment' a concept that you had a hard time adjusting to.

But you tried even if it felt so impossible, you lived in the moment with him and you slowly learned to love it, the spontaneity of life with Sirius was so freeing, he taught you a lot of things about yourself that you couldn’t even begin to imagine as you did for him.

Loving him was the easiest part of it all, his laughter and soft touches, he made you feel so adored without fail constantly, it became hard to find flaws within yourself with the way he looks at you as if you were an angel sent from the heavens above and to him you are, you’re his angel.

Even when your sleeves are rolled up as you scribble down notes, papers sprawled across the table, he’s completely enamoured by you and the way your nose scrunches up slightly as you concentrate, or the way your purse your lips, god, he wants to kiss you so bad.

He’s been waiting for a little over half an hour for you to be done working but then again he thinks he’d wait for days with how pretty you look, the way the evening sun seeps into the room settling against your skin, angelic, he thinks.

He reaches over to hold your free hand, “You should take a break, angel” he tries for the fourth time tonight, with the hope that you might just actually listen to him this time.

“I can’t- I need to get this done” you mumble completely wrapped up in your own work as you reach over to another book, you start to read through the contents.

He leans back into his chair, his fingers tapping against the wooden table to the melody of old eighties songs you have playing on your phone, and he frowns at the obvious stress that envelopes you.

Sirius racks his brain trying to think of ways to get you to take a break, anything to stop that crease between your brows and the stress that settles in your eyes.

He moves his chair to sit beside you, a hand on your thigh as he watches you write notes, “When does it need to be handed in?” He asks softly, watching as you nibble the inside of your lip.

You look over at him, “Next week, Friday” you shyly tell him, going back to writing, and you hear him let out an audible sigh.

It was only Sunday, you had all week and the next to get this done but you were dead set on completing it now and your stubborn mind was nothing but relentless, you just had to get it done.

“Angel, you’ve got two weeks to do this, you can’t just do it all in one sitting,” he says, his tone is so caring it makes your chest flutter, “Come on, let’s go do something”

You purse your lips as you look down at the work then back to Sirius, you know he’s right you haven’t moved for what felt like hours and you’re in desperate need of a break, but that little voice in the back of your head is just so persistent.

“I can’t Sirius I just need to get this out of the way” you sigh, feeling a little guilty at the way his shoulders drop.

He takes your hand lifting it to his mouth as he presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “Please?” He whispers and you can’t help but giggle at the way he pouts, the hopeful glint that flashes through his eyes, and you just can’t say no to him.

“What would we even do?” You ask smiling at how his eyes widen softly with shock, the relief that washes over him as you finally give in.

He hums as he thinks about the question, “We should go for a walk, get some air, then food?” He suggests, thumb grazing over the curves of your knuckles.

“Okay, yeah we can do that” You smile, as he pulls you up to your feet, you gasp at the sudden movement and the sound of the soft eighths music gets a little louder.

You shake your head with a chuckle noticing the playful smirk that teeters on his lips, “But first, we should dance” he says, pulling you closer to him and you’re already trying to push away from his arms.

“No Sirius I can’t dance” You giggle at the way he starts singing poorly to the lyrics of ‘Don’t you forget about me’ his hands are against your hips as he keeps urging you closer.

There's an uncontrollable smile that adorns his face, a sight you don’t think you could ever be bored of, as he spins you around before bringing you back into him, and you finally give in as you indulge him for a minute.

The pair of you dance messily together in your living room, socked feet colliding together as you both practically trip over each other, the sound of your laughter flows around you both and Sirius doesn’t think he could be any happier.

“You’re not that bad angel” he says chuckling at the way you roll your eyes, such pretty eyes, he thinks as you both continue to gently sway, his arms still wrapped around you.

Your head comes to rest against his shoulder, and for the first time in a couple of weeks, you finally feel at peace, “Yeah? I can't be as bad as you” you giggle as his fingers pinch at your sides.

You look at him a gentle hand brushing his hair behind his ear, he’s so effortlessly beautiful that it makes you almost envious, the way the now setting sun dusts against his skin, you reach up to press a kiss to his cheek.

He tenses slightly at the feeling, you're so close to him, so wrapped up in your love his hands cup either side of your face with such care, his eyes flicking from yours to your lips.

“I want to kiss you” he whispers, and he thinks his heart might jump out of his chest when you look at him, god such pretty eyes, he thinks once again.

You go giddy with excitement and you feel yourself heat up at his gentle words, “Can I Kiss you?” He lets out a shaky sigh.

He hasn’t the slightest idea of why he’s suddenly so nervous, perhaps it’s you, he’s scared of messing things up, going too fast, and ultimately he’s scared of losing you, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

So he waits, he would wait forever, until you make up your mind, “Of course you can” You smile, and that’s all he needs as he pulls you closer to him, his lips capturing yours gently as you move into him.

It’s a short kiss broken by soft giggles that you just can’t help, a sound Sirius swears could fix everything wrong in the world, “I can’t kiss you when you’re all giggly” he says although he’s no better himself as he tries to stifle his own laughter.

“I’m sorry- I’m just happy,” you tell him, and he’s at a complete loss for words.

“I’m glad” he whispers as he pulls you back into him, his lips against yours once again, his head tilts slightly as he deepens the kiss.

You both completely lose yourselves in the feeling, the way his lips fit against yours so perfectly, how his hand rests against your cheek while your fingers thread through his hair.

He pulls away, his forehead resting against yours, “If we leave now we might still catch the sunset” you tell him, as he shakes his head his nose bumping against yours.

“Mm, I think I just want to stay here and kiss you,” he says peppering kisses against your face, how could you say no to that?

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Last Kiss

Jack Hughes x Fem Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Cursing, underrage drinking, if I missed any lmk :)

Note: Welcome to my first installment of works based on my favorite Taylor Swift songs, starting out with my all time favorite Last Kiss. I’m gonna be uploading these stories randomly, whenever I have the inspo or I have nothing else to write. Hope you enjoy, love ya!!

(Italics are song lyrics, I recommend listening to the song while reading.)

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“I still remember the look on your face, lit through the darkness 1:58. The words that you whispered, for just us to know. You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?”

The night before the 2019 NHL draft was a tense one. Jack was nervous, I was nervous, everyone was nervous. The air was thick, Jack’s tossing and turning was costing me my sleep.

“Jack, honey, I can’t sleep if you keep moving around like that.” I whispered to him.

“I’m sorry.” He stated plainly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I didn’t mean to pry, but Jack and I had been dating for over two years, I knew when something was bothering him.

“I’m so scared Y/n. What if I’m a bust, what if I’m not what they want, not what they expect? What if I disappoint my team, my friends, my family, you?” Jack whispered out, finally turning to face me.

“Jack, first of all nothing you could do could ever disappoint me. Any team would be lucky to have you, you’re an amazing hockey player, these nerves are normal and completely valid. You just have to stay true to yourself and your game, don’t change that in hopes to please others.”

“I love you.” Jack’s words took me by surprise, yes we had been dating for over two years but we had never said those words to each other. “You don’t have to say it back, it’s enough for me if you at least know how I feel.” He told me after noticing the visible shock on my face.

“I love you too Jack.” I did, I really did, I had known since our seventh month anniversary. We weren’t the type of couple to celebrate our anniversary every month, just every six months, but seven is my lucky number, the number on my lacrosse jersey, my angel numbers, the number meant a lot to me, and Jack wanted to show that he acknowledges that and that was the night you knew you were in love with Jack Hughes. We always joked that we would celebrate our eighty-sixth month anniversary as well.

“That’s great because I probably would’ve cried if you didn’t say it back” Jack laughed out, grabbing me to hold me closer to him, we finally fell asleep that night and woke up in the same position.

“I do recall now, the smell of the rain. Fresh off the pavement, I ran off the plane. That July 9th, the beat of your heart. It jumps through your shirt, I can still feel your arms.”

The first month of my summer break was spent visiting my family that lived in Florida as well as a trip to Mexico, but once July came around I was on a flight back to Michigan where I would spend the rest of my summer with my boyfriend, as well as his family and friends, at their lake house.

Stepping off the plane I could smell the rain and feel the humidity in the air, I could also hear the sound of your boyfriend’s laugh. It wasn’t until I saw him did I understand what was making him laugh so loudly. The sight of Jack, Trevor, and Cole holding up a “Welcome back from prison” made me laugh as well.

“Hello boys, thanks for coming to pick me up” I said before going up to Jack, “Hi”

“Hi” He responded before wrapping me in his arms and giving me a kiss.

“Gross” and “Get a room” were said behind me which made me turn around.

“You know what you learn in prison? Bad things.” I joked, referencing their signs, “Now come on I need to get my bags.” I said, grabbing Jack’s hand and leading the way towards baggage claim.

“But now I’ll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don’t know, how to be something you miss”

I don’t really know when Jack started to become distant, but I can guarantee it started while I was staying at the lake house. At first I thought nothing of it, this was his last real summer of freedom soon him and his friends would either be going away to college or entering the NHL, he wanted to spend as much time with them as possible, I understood that, but he didn’t seem to want to spend as much time with me. He would deny date nights, or on the rare chance he agreed Jack would invite Trevor or Quinn, he started to move away from me in his sleep, one night he didn’t even make the attempt to cuddle with me and instead slept with his back towards me, he continued to do that until I left.

Jack still made some attempt at being present in our relationship until the last week I was with him and everybody else for the summer.

“So honey, have you decided what college you’re going to? You never told me.” Ellen asked one night while we were all sitting around the fire making smores and enjoying our last couple moments together.

“I’m going to the University of Denver, I got recruited to play lacrosse there. I’m super excited. I’m actually going straight to Colorado once I leave the lakehouse.” I told Ellen, and everyone else excitedly. I hadn’t told many people about my decision to go to Denver because up until three weeks ago I was supposed to stay in Michigan, but Denver offered me a better scholarship and I couldn’t turn it down. Jack was aware, he was the first I had told, but he wasn’t a fan of the idea of me going.

“Wow Denver is a long way away from Newark, how is that going to work for you two?” Jim asked the question this time. I looked at Jack hoping he would answer but he wouldn’t even look at me. Noticing the awkward tension Quinn quickly changed the topic to something about Vancouver and I looked at him and smiled as a thank you.

“I never thought we’d have a last kiss. I never imagined we’d end like this. Your name, forever the name on my lips.”

I already knew tonight was going to be a rough one, I knew me and Jack were going to fight so I stalled going inside. I opted out of going inside at the same time as everyone else once the fire had burned out, a taunting metaphor of mine and Jack’s relationship. I stayed on the dock looking up at the moon and stars for what felt like hours. I don’t know when tears began spilling out of my eyes, but I do know when they stopped.

“What are you still doing out here, come to bed.” It was Jack who had interrupted my very pathetic stargazing.

“Jack, we need to talk.” That was the only answer I could give to his request of me coming inside.

“No we don’t.” He deadpanned.

“Jack-”

“Just come to bed, we can talk about this in the morning.”

I nodded in defeat, going up to meet him at the top of the dock. I gave him a kiss as we walked into the bedroom, I was surprised that it was reciprocated but I didn’t let myself dwell on the feeling it left me.

“I do remember, the swing in your step. The life of the party, you’re showing off again. And I roll my eyes and then you pull me in. I’m not much for dancing, but for you I did.”

It was one of the first nights I was at the lake house, Jack and I went out for dinner and later joined the rest of the boys at a local club.

All night Jack was trying his hardest to get me to join him on the dance floor, I cannot dance for the life of me so I always stay away from lit up platforms covered in people. After what felt like three hours, more accurately thirty minutes, of sitting in a booth nursing a drink I finally caved in to Jack’s pleas. He did that stupid lasso move where he pretends to pull me in, making myself and those who we were with laugh. Jack simply kept his arms around me, we weren’t actually dancing, it was more of a sway of my hips and his shoulders.

“Jack I can’t dance, I’m making a fool out of myself.” With Jack’s sudden rise in popularity I was always worried about those around us and if they were recording or taking images of my boyfriend, I didn’t want anything to happen to his reputation, which is why I was so nervous that both of us were underage, in a club, very much drunk, and dancing inappropriately.

“I know you can’t dance but I can’t either so who cares.” Jack always had a way to calm my nerves, even without him realizing it or truly trying to do it.

“You’re lucky I love you Hughes.”

“I love you too Y/n.”

“Because I love your handshake, meeting my father. I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets. How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something, there is not a day I don’t miss those rude interruptions.”

Jack had hundreds of habits, I loved them all but the one I loved the most was when he would just kiss me, no matter where we were, no matter what we were doing, no matter who was speaking.

“Well I was telling her that I wasn’t able to work this summer because I was going to be busy the whole time-” Jack cut me off with a kiss, mumbling how cute I was when I rambled, “-seriously, you’ve gotta stop doing that it makes me lose my train of thought.” I tried to seem agitated but Jack could see right through me.

“You told her you weren’t able to work this summer because you were busy…” Jack began your story for you again.

Sometimes Jack would even cut himself off to kiss me.

“It was a bullshit penalty, and who the fuck gives-” He grabbed my chin and gently brought it forward to connect our lips before going back to his story. “-a penalty while you’re scrimaging. That’s so annoying.”

All I wanted was for Jack to interrupt our fight by kissing me, but that wasn’t going to happen because he didn’t love me anymore. He always answered my questions about that particular habit with “I do it because I love you.” Jack hadn’t kissed you mid sentence in over a month now.

“And I’ll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss. I never thought we’d have a last kiss, I never imagined we’d end like this. Your name, forever the name on my lips.”

It was over, Jack had broken up with me the morning after I announced to everyone that I was moving to Denver and not staying in Michigan for college. I didn’t fight it, but I did give him a piece of my mind. I asked him why. I wanted a clear reason, not just “long distance” because if I stayed in Michigan he would still be in New Jersey, and he couldn’t give me one. So I packed everything I had brought up and left the lake house five days early. I texted my mom that I was coming home to spend my last few nights at home, which she obviously was happy about, but she was still confused.

I found myself sitting on the floor of my family’s living room sobbing, explaining to my mom and dad what had happened. The weird and sudden changes to our relationship dynamic, how Jack became distant halfway through my stay, and everything else that led up to our break up.

“I never liked that asshole, I knew he was bad for you.” My dad said, comforting me in the best way he could but I knew that wasn’t the truth.

“Dad you loved him, you talked about him and his firm handshake for weeks after you met” I said back, smiling at the memory of Jack meeting my parents. We were both so nervous, Jack put deodorant on his hands to try and stop sweating so much.

“Sweetie, why don’t you take off his sweatshirt, maybe shower as well? I’m gonna make some snacks for us all.” I hadn’t even realized I was wearing one of Jack’s hoodies, I made sure I didn’t pack anything that once belonged to him, I guess I missed the items that were on my body because it wasn’t just the sweatshirt, I was also wearing his boxers as shorts and stupidly enough a pair of his socks because I forgot to pack all of my fuzzy ones.

“Mom, what am I supposed to do now?” I asked before she could leave the room.

“Make him regret it.” She said, giving me a wink before entering the kitchen.

“So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, and I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe, and I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are. Hope it’s nice where you are.”

It was nearly one year after the breakup and I was doing great. I started college, made friends, absolutely crushed my lacrosse season setting my own personal record in goals, and I was feeling the best I had in a long time.

I was still not completely over Jack. If he were to fly to Denver and beg me to get back together with him I would say no, but I still find myself stalking his instagram weekly and I keep update notifications on for all Devil’s games. I even ask Trevor how he is doing all the time, if he was being hard on himself after a tough loss or how hard he celebrated after a win. I still cared about him, I still loved him, but that window in my life was now closed. I decided that this summer I would fully cut Jack Hughes out of my life, no more looking on his instagram to see if he had taken down the posts of us together yet, he had taken down a few, according to Trevor he was involved with a girl for a little bit so he took any self incriminating posts down for the time being. If Trevor had told me that five months ago I would’ve been a wreck, but not anymore, I truly want what’s best for Jack.

“And I hope the sun shines, and it’s a beautiful day, and something reminds you, you wish you had stayed. You can plan for a change in weather and time, but I never planned on you changing your mind.”

While I did want what’s best for Jack, I am still petty. I often find myself hoping that he is having a great time with his new girlfriend or just in general and he hears or sees or even smells something that reminds him of me, and reminds him of what he did.

“So I’ll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss. I never thought we’d have a last kiss, I never thought we’d ever end like this. Your name, forever the name on my lips. Just like our last kiss, forever the name on my lips.”

Jack regretted it, he regretted everything. He missed me so goddamn much, not to my knowledge. Trevor wouldn’t tell me how horrible he was really doing. He would tell me about the numerous times that Jack would get back from a game and go cuddle up in a sweatshirt that I forgot to pack and that he forgot to send back to me, or in the blanket I always used at night, anything that still smells even a little bit like me. Trevor wouldn’t tell me about all the times that Jack confined in him about how he shouldn’t have ever broken up with me, how he shouldn’t have broken my heart like that. Trevor would never tell me those things because I don’t want to hear them. I was happy now, I was over it, my once broken heart was now mended back together and getting stronger by the minute. Jack was the one who made it our Last Kiss, he made his bed and now he must lie in it.

“Forever the name on my lips, just like our last.”

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Note: I don’t know how I feel about this one. I wrote it in a two hour sitting and I will not be proofreading cause I'd probably just start hating it and then never posting it. I tried a different POV in this story, but I don't know how I feel. Also I kinda switched up the end where it wasn’t flashbacks anymore but it was like the thoughts in the reader's head present day (well present day in the story which is summer 2020 lol) idk how I feel about this, criticism is always welcome also, I need someone to tell me if my work sucks hehe. Have a great day, love ya!!

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